The only contribution which was made to this song by Nicky Wire was the title, which is a play on words - while it describes the spluttering, speedfreak nature of the song, it also touches on Richey's anorexia (see Webster's definition below).

The lyrics were all written by Richey. It's probably his finest moment. There's a vainglorious attempt to encapsulate everything in the world - all the pain, joy, hate, rage, sickness, anger, energy, everything - into a few brief minutes. A bit like the Manic's career really.

But the song wouldn't work if the music wasn't up to scratch. James gets it just right here, providing a frenetic, psychotic, spitting, howling fury. The chord progressions are all wrong, the words all jumble into each other, and the band are all out of sync. Goddamn it sounds good.